Two Minute Warning Book Novels & Stories

I took a quick look only to see that they had gone inside. “Checking up on them,” I said, standing my ground so that my second in command knew who was in charge. “Don’t concern yourself with me if your not going to properly be my second.” Gabriel’s hand rose and it came hard on my cheek. The sound echoed throughout the forest and even though I cupped my cheek with my own I, I quickly did a three-sixty to see if anyone had heard. Of course they would, we were vampires, which meant that our hearing was ten times more advanced than any human on this planet. “Don’t you dare intimidate me.” Gabriel warned. “You may be our leader but I still have no choice but to make sure that your safe and that

he said, dropping the tablet on the table. He walked over to Lina’s table and picked up a marker before facing the board. “So, you have only fifteen minutes to hack into the system,” he wrote something on the board while everyone in the room stayed silent. “Between that fifteen minutes, you will move to where the system to the bomb is, which will only take two minutes. You must open the system within two seconds. If not, you will alert them, and the system will ring an intruder alert,” he explained with his eyes holding mine firmly.

Chapter 29 Elowen I didn't move, my feet felt rooted to the floor like they'd grown through the tile and into the foundation of the villa itself, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs that I could feel it in my throat, my ears and every pulse point in my body. Two minutes. He'd given me two minutes to run and save myself from whatever he was planning, two minutes to take back what I'd asked for and pretend this moment never happened, two minutes to choose safety over whatever darkness was calling to me from the other side of his warning.

“I hope we can move forward… maturely. Mistakes were made, I’ll admit, but this is bigger than us now.” “You sound like a dying cat,” Gazier quipped, barely suppressing a grin. Evee masked her laughter with a forced cough. Hound ignored the banter, pulling a thin book from his jacket and placing it on the table. The book was dense with words, its cover plain and unassuming. “Everything you need to know is here,” he said. “Each copy is tailored to your role. The events described will occur within the next twelve months, but only if you follow the instructions precisely. Any deviation will render all the books useless.”

Josiah Warning bells had been ringing in the back of my head for weeks, but I had learned to treat warnings as conveniences a man could afford only in peace. When the world was on fire, warnings were luxuries. You either walked toward the heat or you froze. And so, I walked.

And the timer. Two minutes. The beeping sound was sharp, steady, cutting through the air like a countdown to something final. People were starting to notice. Their voices rising, confusion turning into panic. I didn't have time for that. "Scissors," I said, my voice loud enough to cut through the noise. Someone handed me one with shaking hands. One minute, twenty seconds. I crouched down in front of the bomb, blocking everything else out. "Boss, we should leave," Baron said, his voice tight.

“Elysia, what are you doing? Hurry and speak with the two gentlemen…” My father’s voice echoed through the private dining hall of the Falcone family estate. I jolted awake from my daze, my head spinning violently. The world tilted before my eyes, as if an electric current had surged straight through my brain. I had been sent back in time three years ago, to the very day my sister and I were made to choose our husbands. The sound of the explosion still seemed to ring in my ears, with smoke and fire flashing through my memory. I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand.

“Friday report failed verification. Missing signature. If not resolved by 9 AM Monday, access will be revoked. Legal will contact you.” The balcony air turned cold. The quiet turned sharp. The apartment stopped feeling like hers. She looked at the book. “You are not your output.” She looked at the phone. Three warnings. She looked at the laptop bag by the door. Zipped. Silent. Waiting. Her hand moved toward it. Slow. The zipper sounded loud in the quiet.

Do it your whole life, and you'll still just be a grunt. She pressed her lips together in front of the camera after applying her lipstick and gave a satisfied nod. Urgent footsteps pounded outside the command vehicle. A pale-faced communications officer yanked the door open. "Captain Hunter, the EOD team inside just failed their second attempt. Luther reports that the bomb's detonator has an anti-tamper chip, and their equipment can't read it. We've got 21 minutes left on the timer." "21 minutes?" I shot up from my chair, the handcuffs cutting into my wrists until they bled. "Let me go in there! I have the decryption key for that anti-tamper chip. It's on my phone!"

“Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.” Joy’s nonchalant voice came through the phone as if they were not talking about killing a human, but an insect.